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And somewhere in the middle of all the chaos, Luis would appear too, always there to catch his friends, especially Red. Their little moment in Wonderland had led to something new, something a little scary, something Red still didn’t have a name for, but it was nice. The two of them had even gone on two dates. The first was a walk, and the second was a movie. Oh, yes, one of Red’s favorite things about Auradon was television. In fact, she and Pink found a shared passion in watching cooking shows. Red loved the drama, the spills, the suspense, and the eliminations, while Pink adored the cooking.
During the holidays, when the Hearts were visiting the Charmings, it actually turned out that Bridget loved cooking shows too. In fact, one afternoon, Bridget, Pink, and Ella made one of the recipes from a show. Which led to a new problem for Chloe and an enormous amount of joy for Red. And no matter how hard the princess tried, she couldn’t completely stop the rebel’s sweet tooth. That was how the Christmas incident with Red and the nine pieces of cake happened. Bridget and Ella were slightly worried, Chad laughed, Pink was horrified when they found Red barely conscious in the kitchen. And Chloe, Chloe just shook her head and insisted that the remaining cake be locked away somewhere. Red wasn’t well for exactly two days and didn’t eat anything sweet for another day after that. Then everything went back to normal, as if she hadn’t spent two days bedridden because of cake.
The rebel’s school life wasn’t much different either. She would stop causing trouble for a day or two, and then start all over again. Uma had punished her so many times that one of the desks in the detention room now had a nameplate with Red’s name on it.
Actually, Red was in detention today too, this time with Hook and Max, because the three of them had been terrorizing a princess. But the princess deserved it. She had been bullying Pink, and only Hazel and Red were allowed to tease Pink. Red had a meeting with the astronomy club, but she decided to stop by their room to freshen up and leave the smoke bombs from her jacket. Today was Thursday, just Thursday. Red and Chloe were going to watch Snow White’s show and eat the cookies Pink had made the night before. Just them, popcorn, sweets, and television. Red couldn’t wait. After all, today was a good day. A very good day, actually. The rebel had gotten a B on her biology test, which was practically a miracle, and her math teacher hadn’t made her solve a single problem at the board.
Red crossed the path to their room at a slow pace. She was already thinking about what they would talk about at the club. Today they were going to discuss supernovas. The rebel gently opened the door to the dorm room.
“Princess?”The space was empty.
She must have gone for an afternoon run, Red decided. Chloe had been doing that quite often lately. After all, it was the middle of the season, and she needed to stay in shape, or so the princess said.
The rebel took off her jacket, gently pulled the smoke bombs out of her secret pocket, crossed the room to the wardrobe, and put them away. Red knew Chloe would scold her if she found out she was walking around their room in her shoes again, but the princess wasn’t there at the moment.
Red sighed contentedly, when she turned around, she saw an envelope on her bed. She stopped. It was white, unlike the ones from her mother. And written across the front was just one word, “Red.” She stared at the handwriting. Red knew that “e.” The heir smiled. A letter from the princess. It was a little strange, but nothing new. Chloe was constantly leaving notes around their room.
Red moved toward the bathroom door and stepped inside with a smile, eager to read Clo’s words. It was one hundred percent going to be something cheesy. But as Red stepped into their bathroom and walked toward the sink, she noticed a glass and a bottle sitting on top of it. The heir washed up and picked up the bottle. The name on it was unfamiliar, and it was half empty. Was it Chloe’s? Red put it back. She would ask her when she saw her.
The wonder slowly turned around and yawned, but when she opened her eyes, everything simply stopped. Her thoughts, the hum of the fan, her breathing. Everything stopped. For a long second, Red simply remained frozen, silent, unable to understand what she was seeing. She slowly stepped forward, dropped to her knees, and reached out. This had to be one of her flashbacks, right? It had to be a nightmare, a distorted memory. But then why did her fingers touch skin? Why did it feel so real beneath her fingertips?
The skin was warm. The face was peaceful, but not like all those nights when Red had watched it simply to make sure this was real, that she was here, here with Chloe. Now it was wrong.
And when Red’s eyes moved downward, her breath caught. And with it, it felt as though the entire world stopped.
Why?
Because Red was strong. She had survived. She had survived her mother, time travel, the evil Maddox. And she was still here, still whole. At least until a moment ago, until her eyes fell on the bathtub.
The bathtub where the beautiful, kind princess with blue hair lay, her wrists cut.
Until Red’s entire world had collapsed in an instant.
